Cover art for Mic Check by Safaree

Mic Check

Jan. 16, 20131 viewer

Mic Check Lyrics

[Intro:]
Yeah!
I think this about to be some smooth, swag shit!
Blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt
Do it, do it, do it!
VS! Fengali nigga
Blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt
Do it, do it, do it!

I tell the bitch I'm on that killer shit
I'm cashing out that dealerships
Counting stacks I bring some money
Watch me as I pill the shit!
Swerve, swerve, yeah I'm swerving
Bitches drag, go get them [?]
[?] we’ll be hurting
Got them Arabs, they’ll be murdering
Hands on me like a mac mouse
And they ain't no room nigga, this a pack house!
Tell them get the fuck out!
Nigga, this what us about?
I'm getting there fast, homie take the truck round!
Better tell them this my [?]
Slow down, can’t stop!
You niggas ain't getting no pussy, cock block!
On my back, trying to catch these bitches!
Mix down, hit them switches
Matrix called them digits
Snitches, they get stitches at your door, Jehovah's Witness!
She bad, on my hit list
Lamborghini on my wish-list!
Dick hair, that’s my fitness
White goes for that semen
See me, they start screaming
Auckland, that’s New Zeeland
And I gotta go hard, semen!
That’s me! We love more than energy vibe
Rich Gang right side nigga, that’s the B sign
I got an European coupe with four wheels
Ain't got a label, but they’re offering me four deals
I do philipes, you’re doing meals on wheels
[?] they ain't got to worry about no bill!
I don’t know cash out, but I'm cashing out!
You got a mad bitch, she always lashing out!
You see the bulge in my pockets and the size of it
And when I pull it out, your wifey gonna die for it!
With an exclamation mark on the side of it
Black van, ten Asians inside of it!
That’s why my passport looking like a tack shop!
My Rolex on me, I got the black clock
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Cop pulled me over, made sure this is last of
Bitches on my pesos, blowing the case load
Don’t do Chanel chains nigga that’s fool’s gold!
Yeah, I'm in the zone bitch
I just got a Porsche, 9/11 gear switch
Highways swerving on for gear ship
And I’ll be at the crib [?] mother fucking day with a [?]
Born on July 4th so I'm sort of popping high
I do it all alone, I never need an alibi
Serial killers with me move when I say so
Check my feet! Yeah, I got them J's roll!
Two days in a row, not the same ho
Call Aviani cause he make my chain glow
[Outro:]
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Can I get a mic?
Check, check, check, check, check, check
Can I get a mic?
Blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt
Do it, do it, do it!
Blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt, blunt
Do it, do it, do it!
VS, clarity, I am Fengali, nigga bitch!

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January 16, 2013
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